Friday afternoons always have the worst moments for me. It seems that they want to make me crazy by their boring hours that I really can't do anything on them. The best way for spending these minutes , is sitting behind the window & thinking & going through dream. Dream of The Friday that I don't fell so nasty. The Friday that has some new words to say & a new color to paint the black walls of my mind.
Dream of a new day , perhaps saturday...